[Chorus (2x): ~Lex & Le Makizar~]
Frankly no sun king to light the trail we remain prisoner of an ellipse...*
As long as under our roofs the fear of change it's our rights that are slipping away
[The Makizar:]
I come to fill these boxes with autobiographical rhymes
Lost in the hexagon of this geographical plane
Being small long praying for this magnificent world
Like those we see in cinematographic clichés
I have seen and lived life, I give you my credits
Barely 20 years old I I had to leave my continent Africa
Do studies like most and earn money
Only life was far from being like a long quiet river
I lost until to my most utopian dreams
When I understood that the heart of man was as hard as stone
And that we calculated its weight in relation to bricks
(And so? Now what are you doing?)
I may think with one knee bent, my gaze slumped
I just want to send it all to shit because life has a way of making sure that without the check here everything clashes
I try hard to find a solution but we only live in dry seasons
[Chorus (2x): ~Lex & Le Makizar~]
Frankly no king sun to light the trail we remain prisoner of an ellipse...
As long as the fear of change slumbers under our roofs, it is our rights that are eclipsed
[Lex:]
How can you enjoy life to the fullest when you have one against it?
They spend theirs defrauding us
a high-voltage line separates the dream from the reality
(And you Who are you? what are you?)
I'm just a rat who wants to escape through a mouse hole
Is dying of boredom the worst?
Tired of seeing the globe spin without me and someone says to me:
“Let him do it” so give me the Mic so I can do the opposite
Of what the pimp orders
I'm sorry but there will be not a note of humor here is news from the front
A cry that I utter from the depths of the oven inked within me coming from my heart from the edge of the abyss
I overflow and open it, an effusion of meaning coming lips
I sell letters like others sell books
I defended the memories of those who are consigned to oblivion
We take refuge behind fights or a common history
In the illusory background because we only share the walls
Mine began on April 24, I believed for a long time that talking about it would help me to situate myself
Seeking one's identity in atrocity is is dull but I was so outraged
To see them not mentioning these terms too much
In an age of pious images of montages, all it takes is a click of the mouse to create a mountain
We build systems on rumor and are surprised that their tumors can alter our mood
[Chorus (2x): ~Lex & Le Makizar~]
Frankly no sun king to light the way we remain trapped in an ellipse...
As long as the fear of change slumbers under our roofs, it is our rights that are eclipsed